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Hello, Nice To Meet You

Hello, nice to meet you.

My name is Lisa.

May I know your name?

- Lisa

That was my introduction.

Though there were a lot of ways to say it, any introduction would generally be worded like that, so mine was pretty basic. However, what makes our encounter a bit different from everyone was because we met through letters.

My father is a soldier and my mother died at a young age. As a young Colonel of an armed force in the war, my father, who ran around the battlefield, was naturally busy and had no time to come home. As a child, I managed to understand his circumstances since my nanny taught me gently about it. However, my father who completely left his only daughter in the care of a nanny, thought that his action was inexcusable.

One day when I was four years old, a letter came from my father. He said that there were children who grew up in a slightly special environment in his unit. I didn't have anyone to talk to since people around me were all grown-ups. And I was wondering if I could talk to someone, who was the same age as me, through letters.

Somehow, I was able to write sentences without any mistakes. Thus, the inexperienced me continued to write line by line without hesitation.

Well, I was the only one who thought that I wrote it without any mistake. Children sure are confident. So, I want you to laugh it off and let it pass like some childhood stupidity.

Putting that aside, just like usual, I wrote a reply to my father with the help of my Maid, Shasa.

I usually wrote something like, "Father, how are you?" Or "When are you going to come home?" Or "Father? Are you getting injured?", But this time, I only wrote: "Just do it!".

I got an immediate response from my father. Of course, considering the distance from the battlefield to my house, the quickest route was about three weeks if there was no delay. The distance for going back and forth was more or less twice that. "What should I write to my Father...?" I started off with a reply for my Father and then proceeded to write a greeting to the pen pal that I was just introduced to for the first time. But I didn't feel nervous or tense since it was only a letter.

That was our first letter exchange. My father said that my pen pal was a child raised in a special environment. What kind of person was he? Could we get along just fine? I felt a little nervous, but my heart was thumping in excitement as I waited for the reply.

The reply came immediately. Since it arrived exactly in 3 weeks, the reply should be written promptly after my letter came. I tossed aside my Father's letter which came along with it and opened it happily. But I came to understand what Father meant, as immature as I was.

I am Ann.

There's a flower here.

- Ann

What was that?

In a way, I had managed to learn her name and the reply also arrived safely... so I waited for the next letter in excitement every single day, since I understood that anything could happen that could possibly halt the delivery.

Ann was a mysterious girl. According to Father, she hasn't talked much to people. But I wasn't upset even if she couldn't talk properly because I could just teach Ann about it. During the time we exchanged letters, I heard that my letters went through inspection since they were directed to a military member. But I didn't care much. I was still a child anyway.

I was also told that I shouldn't tell anyone that I was exchanging letters with a friend who was on the battlefield. As a young child, I vaguely understood that people affiliated with the military usually had 'special circumstances', so I kept that promise.